Maple Leaf Retail

Qian Lingxin and Qian Lingsu were utterly baffled. At his age, their family head actually wanted to visit places of pleasure.

He claimed it was to cultivate his artistic sensibilities...

The two of them nearly failed to keep straight faces at those words.

Qian Yufeng spoke with complete seriousness:

"I've worked myself to the bone for Spirit Hall for most of my life. Now that I'm out here, can't I enjoy myself a little?"

Fortunately, the places he visited really were just for listening to music and watching dances.

Afterward, Qian Yufeng even offered his assessment: This generation is bigger than the last. Not bad, not bad!

The place Qian Yufeng visited struck the two women as rather refined: Shengxiao Pavilion.

Little did they know that the city's thriving entertainment industry had been part of a development plan Qian Yufeng had advocated in his youth.

He was the hidden power behind ninety percent of the city's businesses.

He did not involve himself in their affairs; he only needed to collect dividends every year.

He did not ask for much, just twenty-five percent. Each business only had to hand over twenty-five percent.

This city ranked just below the three great cities of Spirit City, Star Luo City, and Heaven Dou City on the continent.

Its name was rather grand: Tianyong City.

Having arrived in his own territory, how could he not spend a little? Besides, it cost him nothing.

Afterward, he brought the two maids to a storefront.

The shop's name was Maple Leaf Retail.

From food to storage Soul Tools, this store carried all the common daily necessities found across the continent.

On the surface, it was a shop. In truth, it was an intelligence organization founded by Qian Yufeng.

The manager and attendants appeared ordinary, but they were all first-rate experts.

The manager was a Soul Douluo, while the attendants started at Soul Saint rank.

Moreover, every shop operated on a hereditary system. The manager of each generation had been carefully cultivated by Qian Yufeng.

Some shops even had Title Douluo successors, secretly forming families loyal to him.

After entering the shop, Qian Yufeng directly displayed his unique identification token. The three of them were then respectfully led to the third floor.

Before long, a woman dressed in casual orange attire entered.

After looking her over, Qian Yufeng smiled. "Is your grandfather still in good health?"

The woman respectfully saluted him. "Thank you for your concern, President. Grandfather is doing well. He just often mutters to himself, reminiscing about how he first met you."

The woman was named Mu Cheng. Her inherited martial soul was the Phoenix Feather Spear. She was now thirty-seven years old and an eighty-seventh-level Soul Douluo.

Her father, Mu Yusheng, had once participated in an operation to eliminate Fallen Spirit Masters. To cover his comrades' retreat, he had faced three Soul Douluo and ten Soul Saints head-on, ultimately dying of exhaustion.

Her grandfather, Mu Yulin, was now one hundred and thirty-five years old and a Title Douluo.

Due to old injuries from his youth, he could now only enjoy his retirement at home.

Qian Yufeng could not help sighing. "Little Cheng, you're already a grown woman. It's time to consider the important matters in your life."

"Regarding what happened to your father back then, I truly owe your grandfather an apology."

"Ah Qing also cares for you..."

Before he could finish, Mu Cheng shook her head. "President, I have my own plans for this matter. For now, I will not consider romance."

The Ah Qing Qian Yufeng mentioned was the youngest son of Azure Luan Douluo, Spirit Hall's current Third Worship.

The boy resembled his father somewhat and had a rather cold personality.

Yet Mu Cheng was the sole exception. Whenever he saw her, he would be all smiles.

He would thoughtfully ask Mu Cheng, "Sister Cheng, I'll take you to..."

In the words of Qian Yufeng's previous life, this kid was a total simp!

But he also understood very well that if Mu Cheng's father had not covered Ah Qing's elder brother's successful retreat, he would not have died.

Aside from his deep feelings for Mu Cheng, Ah Qing wanted to spend the rest of his life protecting her, so as to comfort her father's spirit in heaven.

That group of Fallen Spirit Masters was still lurking somewhere on the continent, and Mu Cheng wanted to avenge herself personally.

"Forget it, forget it. Why should an old man like me meddle in you young people's affairs?"

Qian Yufeng waved his hand and directly changed the subject, asking again:

"Bring me the latest information on Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts."

"Yes, President. Please wait a moment!"

Mu Cheng turned and left, reappearing before Qian Yufeng two minutes later.

She held a scroll in her arms.

Mu Cheng then placed the scroll on the table before Qian Yufeng. When she spread it open, it revealed a map of the Douluo Continent!

Numerous markings had been made over the locations of Soul Beast Forests.

There were four red markings over the Ice-Sealed Forest in the Extreme North Region.

There were five red markings over the Star Dou Great Forest, with the character [Forbidden] added over its depths.

As for the sea, there were no fewer than fifteen red markings!

All fifteen marked locations surrounded an area not far from a place called Sea God Island.

Based on the scale, they lay between one hundred and three hundred kilometers away.

Mu Cheng then introduced the information. "President, the Soul Beast intelligence marked here was most recently sent in five days ago."

"The number of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts in the sea has increased by four. There have been no changes elsewhere."

After hearing her words, Qian Yufeng still decided to search for his soul ring in the sea.

He smiled. "It seems the sea and I are fated. I obtained my eighth soul ring at sea back then, and now I'll have to make another trip there for my ninth soul ring."

The moment those words were spoken, Mu Cheng froze.

A ninth soul ring?!

Grandfather often said how wonderful it would be if the President's martial soul had no restrictions.

Well, the old man's only regret has finally been resolved.

"Um... President, have you truly broken through level eighty-nine?" she asked tentatively.

Qian Yufeng naturally understood what she meant and gave her a definite answer. "Yes. This old man's Soul Power has broken through to level ninety. After I leave, tell your grandfather this news and let him finally sleep soundly!"

Mu Cheng came back to her senses and smiled. "President, Grandfather will definitely be very happy!"

"He's already so old, yet he still worries about everything. Tell him to go out and walk around more every day. Don't let him stifle himself at home!" Qian Yufeng instructed.

Mu Yulin was a complete homebody. He was probably fishing by the pond he had dug in his yard right now!

Elsewhere, Mu Cheng's grandfather, Mu Yulin, had a head full of white hair, yet he was currently sitting leisurely in a chair with a fishing rod in hand.

Before him lay a rather fine fishpond. Anyone with even slightly decent eyesight could see the fish swimming in the water.

Unfortunately, aside from one-third of a bucket of clear water, there was nothing else in his fishing bucket.

At that moment, the fishing float began to shake violently. One look was enough to tell it was a big fish.

Sadly, he sneezed at that exact moment!

"Ah-choo!"

Once the sneeze was over, the fishing float went still as well.

Looking at his empty fishing bucket, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became!

"Who's muttering about this old man behind my back?"

"I finally came out to fish, and this is such a buzzkill!"

Mu Yulin's face reddened as he cursed at the pond.

At that moment, he had no idea that his granddaughter had met with the President he had been thinking of, and that she was about to bring him wonderful news.